Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2023 15:55:25 -0500 From: Ronald Speener Subject: Chrysalis Part 2-Chapter 22 Chrysalis Part 2-Chapter 22 This story is about a young man's quest to fix a major birth defect--he was born without a penis. On his quest he meets his soul mate and many other soon to be friends. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and events are the product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any real person is coincidental. The story depicts procedures and practices common for gender reassignment; however, this story does not claim to be a medical treatise, and information is primarily for the purpose of the story and not medical advice. This story is written for adults with adult themes. If you are underage or live in a location where references to gay relationships or transgender people is forbidden, please log out of the story or move. This work is copyrighted by Boethiuscell@gmail.com © 2023 All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the copyright owned to the extent permitted by law. Please contribute to Nifty. They do a great job of providing stories that please the senses, titillate the mind, and expand our view of the world. Chapter 22--Derick's Party Ever since Chris agreed to attend Derick Gordon's party with Chet, Chris was worried. The anxiety increased after the things Derrek Lovejoy said the parties, after the FBI wired Chris's prosthetic to record, after they opted to not do wireless, and after Tom strongly objected. Chris felt he was losing control when he needed to be in control to pull off what Chet wanted. He needed a plan. Chet picked Chris up at 10:30; Chris was prepared. He was wearing his leather outfit and looked bad ass. Chet approved of the look. As they hit the elevator to Derick's apartment, Chris told Chet that he was in control, and Chet would do as he said or else it was all off. Chris needed Chet to follow Chris's lead. Chris knew he had Chet in a bind, and at this point in the operation, he could not afford to back out. The look was murderous but Chet acquiesced. They were met in the foyer by the butler with a metal detector. Of course, Chris beeped. Chris unzipped is jeans and inflated his prosthetic to plump but not erect. Chris explained that he would not strip and expose his device and Derick agreed as a condition of attending. The butler contacted Derick and let Chris pass. "Strip," Chris demanded, turning to Chet. He glared but stripped to jockeys and shoes and sock. Chris frowned. "Boy, don't you know what strip means. Everything. Chet did, standing with his hands over his crotch. Chris handed the butler his leather jacket, pulling out a leather collar and leash. "Fours," Chris demanded. Chet immediately responded by dropping to hands and knees. Chris hooked up the collar and leash. Leash in hand, Chris walked around Chet. At his rump, Chris massaged his crack. Chet started to stand, but Chris pushed him back down. "You will do only what your master says; speak only when the master says, your body is mine to do with as I please. You are to submit your will to mine and trust" Chris played with his ass; the butler was watching enthralled. "One last thing to show everyone that you are totally mine." Chris shove a butt plug in. Chet whimpered at the intrusion; Chris was not sure if it was from pain or pleasure. "Tonight, you will answer to the name Percy, Do you understand?" "Yes sir, Yes," Chet meekly said. Chris slapped his bottom with a loose end of the leash. "Did I give you permission to speak?" He shook his head no. "Good boy Percy. Let's make an entrance." All eyes turned as Chris strode into the main room in leather pants and leather vest, cocky and self-assured, Chet trailing like a dog behind him. Chris stood aloof, surveying the people. The music was soft and bland. A mix of men and women in necessaries or nothing turned their heads toward them, jackals ready for the kill. Derick rushed over. "Chris glad you could make it." He gave Chris a look over, "Very hot, very, very hot. Didn't know you did kink." He looked down at Chet: his head lifted up, straining to see. "Hi Derick, don't usually dress this way, but for you." Chris ran the tip of his tongue to the edge of his top lip. Chris watched Derick's reaction. "This is my pet, Percy." Chris patted the top of Chet's head. Chet rubbed his head against Chris's leg. Derick went to pet Chet's head too. Chris pulled Chet back. "Please don't touch." Chris smiled, "It bites strangers. It is bonded to me and only plays with others when I give it permission." Chet snapped at Derick's hand to emphasize the point. "Thanks for the warning, but I do hope you will let it off the leash tonight?" Derick shamelessly ogled Chet's firm torso and ass. "Shame you have him plugged. Mighty fine ass on it." "Far too fine. Likes to breed too much so need to cork it." Chris slapped Chet's buttock. Derick found that humorous. "Pity, I would love to have him in the playroom." Derick was visibly aroused. "Does it speak?" "Only when I give my sweet Percy permission." Chris smiled wickedly at Derick. "Which is when I let him beg." "Wish my first wife was so silent." They exchanged a hollow laugh. "Snack are against the window, next to beverages and other goodies. The back two rooms are equipped to offer various entertainments, depending upon your preferences." Derick pointed to a dark hallway where sounds, not conversation emanated. "Enjoy yourself Chris, I need to circulate." He winked at Chris and went over to the table. Chris saw a sofa where three women sat in just panties. He walked over and stood close overshadowing one of the women on the end. "Move bitch," Chris stood still and glowered. She shifted uncomfortably and then stood and left. Chris sat, with Chet by Chris's legs. Chris looked at the remaining two ladies. "I'm" Chris paused deciding not to use his name, "Master and this is my pet, Percy." Chris patted Chet's head and he licked Chris's knee, which earned him a good boy. "He is not fully trained," Chris casually said, "so he may bite; unless I give permission for you to touch him." The two women on the sofa moved closer to Chris, attentive to Chris's every word, although their eyes were on Chet. "Would you like something?" Chris asked. Chris used his most lecherous smile. "To drink because I am thirsty and need a nibble." They said sure. "Percy attend." Chris barked. Chet moved to face Chris. "These ladies would like two dry martinis. I want my usual--bottled sparkling water, and bring some nibbles." Chet started to move, but Chris still held the lease. "Since you have not bit anyone or peed on the floor, you may have a beer." Chet smiled at that prospect. "Now scamper off." The three watched Chet's firm glutes as he walked across the floor. Chris turned to the two ladies, gathered their names and discussed Derick's party. Since this was Chris's first time, they had a wealth of information, most of which Chris was sure Derick would not like to be spoken about. Chris looked up and saw an older man rubbing Chet's rear. "Excuse me ladies, someone is playing with my pet without permission." They followed Chris's gaze and tittered at the impending conflict. Chris walked over to the man. He was in his late fifties, an inch or two taller, and a definite 40 or 50 pounds more than Chris. The black lace panties were barely visible under the mass of body hair and adipose fat. His hand was jiggling Chet's plug. Chris jerked his hand away and twisted it. He turned to face Chris, but the fire in Chris's eyes stopped him from further actions. "Sir, you are playing with my pet without my permission. That is very bad manners" Chris said in a low voice and the last with clear, slow enunciation. He started to rile, but took a full look at Chris, Chris's belligerent stance, and his wrist still twisted in Chris's hand. "Sorry sir," he said, unsure of what was happening. "I did not know he was your property. I," he stammered, "just assumed Derick had him as part of the entertainment." "You were wrong, but I accept your apology." Chris turned to Chet and said loud enough for everyone around Chris to hear. "Percy, you know what this man did to you was wrong, and you will be severely punished when we get home. You must learn to control your horny urges. I also know how affectionate you can be and how much you like to be fondled, but you are my pet alone. So, you have my permission to bit anyone who accosts you. You understand, Percy?" "Yes sir." Chris slapped Chet across the face, making more noise than harm. "I did not give your permission to speak." Chet hung his head and nodded. Chris quick look in Chet's eyes and Chris knew the slip was intentional. "Finish with your task and return to me immediately." Chris turned sharply and strode back to the sofa and the young ladies, who eagerly supplied gossip on Monty, the man with his hand on Chet's ass, and his shady connection to drugs and the mafia. Chet returned with the drinks and sat on the floor beside Chris. Chris complimented his service with pats on the head. Then returned his attention to the young ladies and the gossip about Max, Derick, and the other participants. The girls were ready for another drink so Chris told Chet to fetch refills. Shelly, the women in only fuchsia panties and oversized mammaries asked Chet to bring some candy back. She particularly like the white and blue ones, but the yellow ones with the smiley face were good too. Chet returned, handing everyone the drinks, but placing a small plate of pills on a small table. Chet the cop would not give another person an illegal substance. Before Chris knew it, the party was coming to him. Chris sat on the sofa, like holding court with his harem. Chris used his ignorance as a first-time guest to gather a wide range of gossip, some of it was salacious, some of it was criminal. Chris asked questions and listened attentively. He was popular and his Percy was the reason. Chris would just mention that he was new to New York and did not have any connections and names and phone numbers followed. At one point Max kicked Becky, a brunette in only pink lace, off Chris's sofa to join them. He again apologized, admired Chris's pet, talked about needing one of his own--away from his wife. He called Chet Chris's bitch, which Chris promptly scolded him for since Chet was in no way female. He was his rooster. They discussed Chet's tight ass, how to keep it tight, Chris's training regimen for him. Chet sat quiet without even once blushing, but he was carefully listening. Chris and "friends" talked about Derick and what a great party he throws; they talked about mundane issues as restaurants and opera, Max liked bel canto. Chris enjoyed their conversation. Chris looked at Chet who had finished his beer. "If you will excuse us, I think Percy needs a walk. We do not want it to have an accident on the floor." Max waved us off with directions to a safer bathroom. Once in the large bathroom, which Chris assumed had cameras or microphones, Chris said, "Percy, I give you permission to speak, but first relieve yourself." "Thank you sir," Chet said as both our eyes wandered around the room. As he stood at the toilet urinating, his thumb flicked to an Indonesian mask on the wall. Chris ran water to wash his hands. "You seem to be enjoying being the master, sir." "With you as my pet," Chris rubbed Chris's hand down his back to his butt and then slapped it hard. "You know pets always attract people." "Would you mind sir if I could play on my own." "That is a big request Percy, you are still in training, but since you are behaving, yes, just stay plugged." "Thank you sir." "You will have 45 minutes then we need to leave. I find most of the guest vapid and shallow." "Thank you sir." They left the bathroom; Chris's spot on the sofa was reserved for him. Chris smiled as he sat down next to a young man, about his age , and an older woman both wearing skimpy tiger striped underwear. Chris turned to Chet. "Bring me a club soda with a twist." Chris turned to the man and the woman, "Would you like anything. my pet is good at fetching." The young man giggled, high and fluty, "Add two white wines." Chet was off to the bar. Chris introduced Chris's self as Master and the young man was Lance and the woman was Holly. "My son," Chris looked for a family resemblance but found none, "admires your leathers. He wants to know where you obtained them." The woman, Holly, spoke softly with no hints of drug or alcohol impairment. "They were custom made for me," which impressed Lance, "I am sure your mother would buy you a set if you are very good and do as she says." Holly smiled at Chris; Chris understood the nature of their relationship. "Please, mother," Lance turned to Holly pleading like a five-year old. "I will be very good. I won't complain when you want me to eat fish." Holly rolled her eyes at Chris like any exasperated mother. "We will see son, but you must do everything I say." Holly patted his upper thigh. Her attention returned to Chris. "My son and I have a similar relationship to you and your pet." she explained. "How did you get him to be so compliant?" Chris almost choked at that questions. "Each person is different and responds in different ways. First is respect for me and our relationship, then trust that I will not ask anything beyond what they want. As that trust grows, you can expand what you demand." Chet returned with the drinks and Chris sent him off to play with the two rules: time and plug. "This is the first time," Chris continued, "I've had Percy naked in a crowd of strangers. I think he is doing it well, which is why I am rewarding him. While Percy is my pet, I must also be aware that it is also human with a range of hang-ups and silly taboos. These must slowly be explored for what can be adjusted and what is fundamental to the person. I know some masters who want to totally break their pet, but I feel that one reason I have the pet is because I like the personality." "Yes, my son is more than a nubile body." Holly wanted to explain, "He is funny, very smart, working on his masters in bioengineering, and considerate. I do not want to lose those qualities, but I also need him more compliant to all my needs and requests." She patted Lance's thigh again. "Sometimes he balks. He can be rebellious." The last was said with a warm smile. "I see that Lance does love you very much, and I hazard that his rebelliousness also pleases you too." She started to protest, "I saw you smile when you complained about is stubbornness." She sighed affirmation. "Can you sit and discuss your needs, how those needs are important to you and his compliance is required?" Lance looked expectantly at Holly. "Then also discuss why Lance does not want to comply. Even my pet needs to feel it has some control on compliance. Love and appreciation, not gifts, I find work well." "Is Percy your full-time pet?" That was Lance. "Heavens no, Percy needs to work, help support us, have a sense of self-worth beyond me. It is still human and has human needs." "See mother," Lance turned to Holly. "I need a job. It is so boring sitting at home just waiting for you to return. You know you work hard and have long hours; I do not work hard and still have long hours waiting. I am shriveling in the house by myself." He was almost in tears. "We will talk about this tomorrow, after the bridge club luncheon. If you are totally obedient then, we will discuss jobs for you. But right now, bring us another drink." Chris declined. They watched Lance glide across the room. "He is so lovely, in so many ways that I do not want to lose him. But maybe my leash is too short." Holly cocked her head slightly, "And that boy is heaven in bed. my friends think so too." She put a hand to her breast, "My god, I want him to have sexual experiences beyond me, but they are all people my age and older. He needs sex and company with people his age." Chris did not reply. "He really is my son, actually step-son. He has always been extremely shy so a friend suggested a master-sub relationship would help him socialize more. He is better because he is talking to you, but then again I am present." Her hands fidgeted, "I do love him and want what is best for him. But we both like the dynamics of our relationship, we both need that. I fear that he will always need someone more dominant to make him happy." Lance returned assuming his seat, "Thanks," Holly said to Lance. Chris turned the conversation to Derick's party asking questions since it was Chris's first time attending. Holly and surprisingly Lance had a very different take than the two young ladies had earlier. It was only the second time they attended, but most likely the last. Lance described the drug deals going down. He indicated Max and a scrawny man wearing only a cock ring. He mentioned the meth and coke in one of the bedrooms. The look on Holly's face was shock. Chris suspected that she saw this as only a sex party. Chet returned and licked Chris's hand, which Chris took to mean that he was ready to go home. Chris patted Chet's head. "I think my Percy has played himself out. It is time to take him home." Chris stood; Chet stood slightly behind him. It was a pleasure spending time with you, Holly," Chris pulled her into a hug and kiss. "You too Lance." He pulled Chris into a hug and a kiss on the lips. Holly's eye widened at that. "Thank you Master," she snickered as she said the name. "I greatly appreciate our discussion. You have opened my eyes." She stood too, then Lance did. "I also think we will take our leave. I've decided not to return. So, we may not see each other again." "Why don't we walk out together." Chris said "I need to say good night to our host since he personally invited me. Let's meet at the elevator." She agreed and she, Lance and Chet went to the foyer to retrieve clothing. Chris found Derick, or rather he found Chris as Chris asked around. He asked if Chris enjoyed the party, Chris politely said he met some very interesting people. He smirked a grin. He asked if Chris would attend more. Chris politely said no: not his scene, which Derick took to mean that it was too tame. Chris did not bother to correct him. Chet was waiting in the foyer, our clothes in hand but still nude. Chris realized he was waiting for Chris to release the collar and chain. Once they dressed, his plug still in place. They met Holly and Lance at the elevator. Chet asked if they would like to join them for pizza and drinks. Lance looked eagerly at Holly. "Would you like that?" Holly asked. "I would like that too." Chet took the group to Patzeria where real names were exchanged: Patrice and Larry, and contacts, they casually talked about the party, which Larry was able to expand upon with real names from local news. Chet was eagerly listening, of course Chris's prosthetic was still recording. The joint was closing so everyone said good nights, again with kisses. The ride back to Chris's place was a high for Chet because of the wealth of information that was gathered. "Chet?" Chris said drawing Chet back from the analysis. Chris pulled down the zipper of his pants. That got Chet's attention faster than Chris's questions. Chris retrieve the recorder, about the size of a postage stamp and turned it off. "Chet, I hope I did not embarrass you by making you my pet?" "Embarrass, naw," He smile over his shoulder at me. "Surprised the hell out of me. Didn't know you had that side in you. It was actually brilliant because I could move around and nobody paid much attention to me. I was your Percy, why that name, and therefore beneath notice. You, on the other hand were a constant topic of conversation--young, beautiful, and dominant." He chuckled, "When you said `move bitch' and she did. I almost broke laughing. And the way you manhandled Max. Chris, I don't think anyone has ever done that, and then for him to come to you to apologize. That was priceless." Chet softly chuckled. "What made you decide on that approach?" "I spoke with Derick Lovejoy and knew that unless I was in command from the start we would be pawns in their games. From your taking me to the Back Door, I suspected that you knew the leather scene and could follow my lead." "Why didn't you warn me?" "I didn't think you would go for me being in charge instead of you; you being the cop and all. I figured you would not back out once we were at the door." Chet took one hand off the steering wheel to rub his jaw. "Yeah, you are probably right." He dropped Chris off at his apartment. "Thanks Chris, the Feds greatly appreciates your cooperation. They will most likely pull you in for debriefing in the coming week. Do not expect arrests soon. It may take a year for them to build their case." As Chris was closing the car door, he leaned toward me, "If you ever want me as Percy again, I know a place." Chris laughed and shut the door.